I got home and sighed, pressing myself against the back of my bedroom door and kicking my shoes off. I could hear my roommate enter the house not too long after, the apartment door slamming shut like it always did when he came home.
It was becoming increasingly harder to deal with him, given that he was also my direct supervisor at work. People were beginning to suspect a relationship, which was not true, and all I wanted to do was crawl under my covers and pretend it wasn’t happening, at least until the next shift I had to work.
I stripped down to a teeshirt and underwear, curling under the covers and blasting the heater on in the corner of the room. The moon was glistening into the room, covering the wood floors with a cool blue hue, and I listened as Ethan played music off his phone and started the shower in the shared bathroom between our rooms. I would have preferred my own bathroom, but beggars can’t be choosers when you have a limited budget finding apartments in the city.
I got up and got myself a snack from the kitchen, returning to my bedroom quietly to spend the rest of the night sulking after a shitty day of work. The laptop on my bed played the latest anime I was watching, and just before I unpaused it, I noticed that the door to the bathroom in my room was ajar a tiny bit, spilling fluorescent light into the room and mixing with the moonlight that had previously lit the space on it’s own.
I could hear Ethan talking on speaker phone, and saw his shadow pass the door a few times. It was someone from work, possible his own supervisor, whom he was complaining to about the day too. “We might not be able to meet the deadline, Mike. I am having a tough time with my team, is there any way-”
“No, seriously Ethan. I’m tired of the excuses. You either produce results or you get to talk to William in HQ, and you don’t want to talk to him. Seriously, he will have my ass and then have yours next.”
“Okay, I get it,” I can hear Ethan’s frustration in his voice. The phone hangs up after a little bit more conversation, and before I know it, I’m peering into the doorway through the crack. Ethan stares into the mirror, his hair wet and a towel wrapped around his waist. I feel a bit of butterflies in my gut, realizing I had never seen him so vulnerable before. He rubs his eyes, seeming stressed out, and I wager whether I should barge in or not.
Before I decide to just go back to my bed, Ethan says, “I know you’re looking in at me.” My heart skips a beat; I’ve been caught and he’s about to yell at how inappropriate I’m being. I scurry to my bed as he pushes my door open all the way and stands to face me. His silhouette is lit up by the blue hues of the moon seeping in, and I can tell he definitely gets a good workout at the gym each week by the defined muscle tone on his skin.
“It’s okay,” He says. “I kind of wanted you to hear that conversation, to be honest.”
“You did?” I raise my brow. “Why?”
“I just… I have no one else that can understand the pressure I’m under, except you. You know how crazy these deadlines are, you’re literally working on the same project. But this is what happens. They refuse to work with me, help me, and then throw my failure in my face. “He takes a seat on my rolling chair and sighs, looking down at the floor. Even more vulnerable, I think, as I watch him try not to fall apart in front of me. His hair falls into his face a little, and I reach over to brush it out of the way. The whole time, butterflies fill my stomach, and I want so hard to just hug him, touch him more, maybe even kiss him. I want to make his fears go away, but I sit still while he rubs the stress out of his neck.
He looks up at me and smiles. “You know, you hide in this cave here after work every day. You never really spend time with me. I’ve been wanting to ask you to do something with me, but it’s hard. I… I opened your door.”
“I had a feeling you did,” I admit. “But it’s okay. To be honest, it’s just hard to be comfortable around you…” I can feel my gut tighten more with nerves. He’s so close to me, and he’s practically nude.
“Is it because…” He smirks. “I’m your boss?”
“Sure,” I say, feeling my cheeks redden as he leans forward. “Definitely just that.” Not also because he’s hot as hell. We’re not that far in age, and he’s certainly more handsome when he’s spilling his feelings towards me like this. Something in me changes though, and instead of being nervous, I feel almost confident. I take his hand in mine and then I place it on my exposed thigh. He seems to be catching on, and without a word, his lips brush against mine.
We kiss softly in the darkness of my room. His lips are soft and tender. The kiss changes a bit more rapidly, and I think that maybe we should stop, but we don’t. Suddenly, he’s hovering over me and touching my stomach from under the t-shirt I’m wearing.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” He breathes against my ear, still touching me gently but with passion. “Just say no and I’ll never do this again.”
“I don’t want to say no,” I tell him. We keep kissing, but then he stops and stands up.
“I need to stop,” He says, but I can tell that he definitely doesn’t want to. I look at him and in a mix of shock and excitement, his towel has fallen off and his dick is hard. I can feel an ache and a need for it, wanting him to just take me right there. He turns quickly and reaches for the towel, escaping the room and shutting the bathroom door behind him without another word. I don’t push him to talk to me, figuring he must be embarrassed. The problem though, is that I’m incredible turned on now. I want him so badly, my pussy is throbbing.
I reach the door to the bathroom but it’s locked from the other side. I can hear him stamping in there, and then the definite sound of masterbation. I think once more to leave him be, but the feelings I’m having are preventing me from just letting him go. I knock hard on the door, my other hand reaching up under my shirt to touch my nipple as my libido skyrockets.
“Let me in Ethan.”
“I can’t,” He responds, desperation in his voice. “I…I can’t.”
“You can,” I say, my voice going low and gentle. “Please.” I almost give up and lay back down, but before I step away, the door handle spins and he sticks his head out, hiding his body away from me. He’s red in the face and seems worried.
“What about work?” He says. “What if they find out-”
“Literally, fuck them,” I reply. “Do something you want for once. Do me! We can forget about our troubles and just make love. I am begging you.” I thought of saying something more romantic, but the words flew out quicker than I could refine them.
I walk backwards back to my bed and spread my legs. I’m still wearing my underwear, but I stick my fingers down over the surface of the cotten and rub slowly, staring him in the eyes as I do it. He pulls the door open fully, and his penis is even more hard than before. It’s pretty long, and I notice he’s uncut which is interesting, as the only other guys I’ve had sex with were circumsized. It didn’t matter though, and he approached me slowly, teasing me for what we’re about to do.
It felt so wrong and so right; he was my supervisor, we should not even be living together, let alone doing this. He hovers over me like the first time, but instead of kissing my lips, he runs his hands under my shirt and leans down, kissing my naval, then plays with the edge of my underwear. Pulling them off my legs, he buries his face down on my clit, his tongue swirling over it in the most fantastic way.
I run my fingers in his hair and squeal, feelings an orgasm coming quick like a train. Right when I’m close to climaxing, he stops and starts kissing me up my stomach, then pulling my shirt back over my head. Fully nude, he seems happy with what he sees, and then while his fingers travel back toward my clit, he begins to suck on one of my nipples, and the feeling of pleasure multiplies in my body. I can feel his wet stringy hair against my skin and my fingers as I continue to brush them through his hair.
Again, he stops pleasuring me just as I’m about to come. He reaches for his penis and rubs it a little, moaning and looking at me. He places the tip against the opening of my vagina. “Are you ready? It might be a tight fit.”
“It’s perfect,” I say, reaching up for him. He presses his body against me and kisses me, thrusting his dick inside of me slowly at first, but then with more momentum. His finger travels back to my clit, rubbing it methodically while he fucks me. I gasp for air with every moment, holding my breath for the final act.
My body shudders as he finishes inside me, and for a moment we feel like one complete unit together. I feel him shuddering too, his skin sweaty and tacky against mine. So much for that shower, I guess. He pulls out of me and collapses against me, cuddling into the bed next to me. I can feel his cum drip out a little and it makes me horny again, so I start touching myself while he lays quietly against me. He helps, sticking his fingers inside me. Another orgasm a few moments later, and then he takes his fingers and places them in my mouth. I taste his cum and sigh with euphoric breath against his chest.
“Why didn’t we do this sooner?” He asks, chuckling a little.
“I think if we tried this any sooner, the moment would not have been as perfect as this.”
“Are you worried about what this does to us?”
“Absolutely not,” I replied, kissing his cheek. “I think if anything, it makes us both stronger. We need each other.”
“You’re right.” He pulls the covers overtop of us. “We should get some rest now, or else we’ll be late for work in the morning.” With another moment of cuddling and intertwining against each other, I fall asleep, finally at peace for the first time in a really long time.
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